🧦 Day 365? — “Jack Meets Jack” Two Jacks, one pumpkin between them. The air hummed with mischief and melancholy—Halloween stretching like taffy across timelines. “Is this Halloween?” one Jack asked. The other smiled, stitched lips curling. “Always.”

If you thought I forgot about socks, surprise!

I'm cold without clothes. Winter is coming, can I buy some socks?

🧦 Day 365? — “Existential Poopybutthole” Mr. Poopybutthole showed up again, this time confused about whether he’d been here before. Gym floor, Crocs, repetition. He laughed—because what else can you do in a loop? “Aw jeez,” he said, “I think this dream’s rerunning itself.” And somewhere off-screen, the credits refused to roll.

🧦 Day 365? — “E.T. Phone Limbo” E.T. stood alone on the pavement, moonlight stuck mid-glow. His call home kept ringing, but no one answered—maybe the line only worked in dreams. The bike never landed, the stars never blinked. He just waited, glowing faintly, like nostalgia refusing to end.

Day 248/365 /socks 🧦 Child’s Play presents…. Chucky Good Guys is a understatement 😂 It’s spooky szn and gotta represent

🧦 Day 365? — “The Cookie Continuum” Cookie Monster sat at a sandwich shop counter, waiting for something sweet—or maybe just something real. Every bite echoed through the dream like crumbs falling in space. He looked up and whispered, “C is for…?” Silence. Just the hum of the fridge.

One of the important principles of tourism and ecotourism, especially in villages, is to buy some of your travel necessities from local residents, because by doing so, we have also helped their economy and in return for the trouble we cause for the villagers, we have at least provided them with a small profit. This creates a better relationship between tourists and local people. I also bought 4 pairs of these woolen socks for the winter☺️

🧦 Day 365? — “Frosted Reality” Tony the Tiger appeared on a countertop horizon, grinning through static. He said it wasn’t breakfast anymore—it was a loop. Every flake crunched like déjà vu. They were gr-r-reat… until they weren’t.

ITAP of my $BTC socks

Day 247/365 /socks 🧦 The Minions and a few of the words they use in their “Minionese” native language Hello! = Bello! Goodbye! = Poopaye! We love you = Tulaliloo ti amo

where do the missing socks go

Tore through my shoes and socks. Now every time I ollie it’s skin on tape. 🩸